cityofdreadfulnight

City of Dreadful Night

There
are many kinds of milestone in one’s life. Each is a marker for a
chapter closed (or not) in which a tangible outcome was the result:
profit, loss, or just raw experience. To re-visit these places and
things of our own past is to perform a ritual in which we invoke those
phantom places and persons that populated our biography, and helped to
forge our identities, our ‘selves’. This is not always a pleasant
pilgrimage, as one is tempted to take the trajectory of events to their
logical conclusion, and instead of a ‘pot of gold at the end of the
rainbow’, one might perhaps find instead an empty void which beguiles
us to self-annihilation…